Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
W hen we got home, Malik insisted on taking care of me. I had complained of the awful smells at Goremouth’s house—both of the Ogre himself and then the burning hair. He drew a warm bath in the old-fashioned claw-foot tub and scented the water with something sweet and light. He even undressed me and put me into it. Then he insisted on washing my hair and scrubbing me all over, as though I was a child.
“I’m not a kid, you know,” I told him. “I can wash myself.”
“But I don’t want you to. Please, baby, I almost lost you—just let me take care of you,” he begged softly.
Well, who can resist that kind of talk? I sighed and relaxed against the side of the tub as he gave me a soothing scalp massage. As his fingers caressed my scalp and washed my hair, his tail was busy with other things. It was holding a soapy sponge and washing me, almost as though it had a mind of its own. When it started washing my chest, I reached for it and held the whip-like end in my hand.
“You can certainly do a lot with this,” I murmured as the tail curled around my fingers affectionately. “I can’t believe you used it to kill that…” I trailed off—I didn’t want to think about the awful scene in the haunted mansion—it was still too fresh, too terrible.
Of course, since he was touching me, Malik knew what was going through my head.
“Don’t think about it, baby,” he urged gently. “Just try and relax. Here…maybe I can give you something to take your mind off it.”
The tail slipped out of my hand and curled around my right breast instead. I moaned in surprised pleasure as it gave my tight nipple a swift, painless sting.
“Oh!” I exclaimed as the nipple started to swell with pleasure and got immediately more sensitive.
Before I could say anything more, his tail slid across my chest and stung my left nipple as well.
“Mmm, do you like that?” Malik murmured, still washing my hair. “Does it feel good when I sting your beautiful nipples?”
“It…it does,” I confessed. The warm water lapping against my tender peaks felt like someone licking me. It was sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body and most definitely taking my mind off the harrowing scene I’d just been through.
“Do you think you can let me sting your pussy too?” Malik murmured. “Can you be a good girl and spread your legs for me?”
I didn’t answer with words. Moaning softly, I spread my thighs and watched as the long, whip-like tail slid slowly down my body. It found my pussy, just above the water, and began caressing my outer lips.
“Hmm, I think I need a little help here,” Malik told me. “Can you reach down and spread yourself open for me, baby? Spread your pussy so I can sting your clit?”
I could feel my cheeks getting hot with a blush, but I couldn’t deny him. Reaching between my legs, I carefully spread the outer lips of my pussy, baring myself for the big Incubus completely.
“Good girl,” Malik rumbled again. “Such a good girl to spread your pussy for me, Celia.”
It didn’t take long for his tail to dip inside my inner folds and start teasing my clit, but to my surprise, he didn’t sting me right away. Instead he seemed to enjoy circling my tight little button with the tip of his tail, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
“What…what are you waiting for?” I panted. “Oh God, Malik—I’m so close!”
“I know you are and I promise I’m going to make you come in just a minute,” he told me. “But before I sting your clit, I want to sting the inside of your pussy.”
“Inside me?” I tilted my head up to look at him uncertainly. “Why there?”
“Because it will help you open to take me.” He stroked my hair and looked down at me, a serious look in his eyes. “I didn’t just come back to save you, Celia—I came back to fulfill your deepest fantasy too. In order to do that, I need you to be able to take my cock in your tight little pussy.”
I felt my heart sink a little. So he wasn’t here to stay—he was just going to give me mind-blowing sex and then leave. But if a beautiful memory was all I could have, then I would take it, I decided. I wasn’t going to be sad or upset—I was just going to go with the flow and let him do what he wanted with me.
“All right,” I said at last, letting my thighs drift further apart. “Go ahead, Malik—sting me.”
His eyes went half-lidded and he bent down to give me a sweet, upside down kiss before straightening up again.
“Mmm, you’re such a good girl, Celia,” he told me. “Opening your pussy to let me sting you. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
As he spoke, the end of his tail slipped deep inside me and, after a moment, I felt him find the end of my channel.
“When are you going to—ohhhh!” I moaned, because it was like he had somehow found a second clit inside me and was stroking it teasingly.
I’d read many times about “G-spot orgasms” but I had always believed they were a myth. Malik proved they were for real as he continued to tease me with his tail. The pleasure was deep, like an earthquake inside me. My back arched helplessly and if Malik hadn’t been holding my head as he washed my hair, I might have gone under the warm water of the bath.
“Oh…oh my God! Malik!” I moaned as his tail swelled inside me for a moment before slipping out.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, looking down at me. “Just relax.”
That was easier said than done when I was still feeling the aftershocks of the deep orgasm he’d given me. Also, even though I had just come, I wanted more. I wanted him inside me—not just his tail but his cock, which I had yet to become acquainted with.
“I’m going to sting your clit now,” Malik told me. “Not to make you come again—not yet. Just to make you more sensitive to pleasure.”
As he spoke, the pointed end of his tail found my button again and I felt a slow wave of pleasure rolling through me as my clit swelled with need and desire.
“ Ohhhh ,” I moaned. “Malik, I don’t know if I can take much more of this! Please, I need you—need you in me!”
“You’ll have me in you in just a minute, baby,” he promised, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Let me just rinse your hair and get you all dried off…”
He did as he said, washing the shampoo out of my hair and then lifting me out of the tub to dry me with a towel. I protested that I could dry myself, but he only shook his head.
“No, baby—I’m taking care of you, remember? Tonight is all about you and your pleasure,” he murmured. Then he lifted me and carried me to the bed.
“Now just relax,” he ordered as he laid me down on it so that my lower legs hung down over the side.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he knelt on the ground between my thighs.
“What does it look like? I’m going to taste my good girl,” Malik growled, looking up to give me a hungry look.
“Please be careful!” I begged. Since he had stung me, I was feeling extremely sensitive between my legs.
“Of course, baby.” Leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on my pussy mound. “I know you’re feeling tender inside. You know I’ll never hurt you.”
Until you leave me, I thought but didn’t say aloud. I pushed the thought out of my head almost as soon as I had it and concentrated on what Malik was doing.
“I trust you,” I told him, letting my thighs drift wider apart. “Go ahead, Malik—you can taste me.”
“ Mmm , love to hear you talk like that,” he growled hungrily. Then he leaned forward again and spread my outer pussy lips with his thumbs.
I bit my lip as I looked down my body and saw how swollen and needy my clit was. Clearly his pleasure venom was having an effect on me.
“I’m just going to kiss you at first,” Malik murmured, looking up at me. “Just a sweet kiss on your hot little clit.”
“All…all right,” I panted. Being naked on the bed with him between my legs and considering all the times he’d stung me, I was feeling incredibly sensitive all over. So when he leaned down and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss that encompassed my entire clit, I bucked my hips and moaned involuntarily—I couldn’t help it.
Malik didn’t lose his spot—he kept his mouth on me and then he began stroking my aching button with his hot tongue. And now I fully began to understand everything his pleasure venom could do for me. Because every soft stroke of his tongue became another orgasm—not a deep one like the one I’d had when he stung me inside my pussy or a fierce one like the last time he had gone down on me. These were feathery rushes of pleasure that flitted through my body like pulses of light which lingered, leaving a glow of happiness behind.
“Oh… Oh! I moaned, grabbing for his horns. “Oh God, Malik—yes… please!”
I heard him growl in hungry approval and then he deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue around and around my incredibly sensitive clit and making me come even harder.
He took his time pleasing me, making me come over and over, and by the time he was done, I wasn’t sure I could take much more. But I still felt empty inside and I wanted him desperately. No, not wanted—I needed him.
“Malik…” I tugged at his horns and he looked up, his mouth shiny with my juices.
“All right, baby. I know you need to be filled,” he rumbled. Climbing up on the bed with me, he settled himself in the middle with his head propped on several pillows. Then he reached for me. “Here, let’s get you in the right position.”
He started to pull me up on top of him, but I resisted.
“No—I want to see what I’m getting.”
I opened his jeans and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. Seriously it would put any porn star to shame. My eyes went wide as I stared at it. The long, thick rod of flesh was dark red. It pulsed in my hand and like the rest of his body, it was hotter than a normal human body temperature.
“Oh my God—I don’t think that’s going to fit!” I breathed.
“Yes, it will.” He gave me a lazy smile. “That’s why I stung you inside, baby. It’s going to help you open up to take me. Come on now, let me show you.”
He pulled me up so I was straddling him and this time I let him. I looked down between my legs where the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock was nudging my outer pussy lips.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Malik.
He reached up to stroke my cheek.
“Of course, baby. I would never hurt you. Now can you be a good girl and come down on me so I can feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock?”
“I think so. I’ll try ,” I said doubtfully. I still wasn’t at all confident that he would be able to get that monster of a cock inside me. Seriously, it was twice as thick as my biggest toy.
But when the broad, blunt head of his cock nudged inside the mouth of my pussy, I didn’t feel any pain—not even a twinge. As he pushed deeper, I could feel my inner walls stretching to take him, but again there was no pain—just a delicious sense of being opened.
“ Mmm , look at you taking my cock so deep,” Malik growled. “Look at your tight little pussy opening up for me. Good girl, Celia—take it all.”
I was certainly doing my best to obey. I moaned softly as I sank down on his huge shaft, feeling him filling me completely. I had never felt so open before but it was the most amazing feeling—the feeling of being filled by the man I loved.
Finally, I felt him bottom out inside me as I took him all the way inside. He was hot and hard inside me and when I shifted to try and get more comfortable with his huge girth stretching me out, my enlarged clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending another mini-orgasm through me.
“Oh, Malik!” I moaned helplessly as my inner walls massaged the massive cock inside me, almost as though I was begging him to fuck me and come in me.
“That’s right—squeeze me with your tight little pussy!” Malik gripped my hips with his big hands and looked up at me. “Damn, you’re beautiful, baby. Love to watch you sitting there and know that my cock is so deep in your tight little pussy!”
“I love it too,” I panted. “But I want more—I want to feel you moving inside me.”
“You want your fantasy, don’t you?” Malik murmured, giving me a half-lidded smile. “All right, baby. Let me give it to you.”
And then he gripped my hips harder and began to thrust.
I threw back my head and moaned as I felt him pull almost all the way out of me and then push back in. I loved that I was naked and riding him, my breasts bouncing with every deep thrust of his thick cock inside me. I loved that every time I looked down at him, he was looking back at me, his half-lidded eyes burning with lust.
And then, just as I was thinking I only needed a little more stimulation to come again, his tail came into play. First it wound around me and tugged at each of my tender nipples in turn, making me gasp and writhe with pleasure. Then it slipped down between my thighs and began teasing my clit, stroking the swollen little button over and over as Malik continued to thrust deeply into me.
Suddenly, I was right on the edge.
“Oh…oh my God!” I moaned as I felt my inner walls begin to tighten. “Oh Malik, I’m going to…going to come.”
“Not far behind you, baby.” His deep voice sounded strained. “Tell me, do you want me to pull out?”
I had a momentary thought—could I possibly get pregnant? But if I did, at least I’d have something to remember him by when he left and went back to Hell’s Waiting Room.
“No, don’t!” I moaned and to emphasize my point, I sank down lower, taking him as deep inside me as I could. “Come…come inside me!” I panted. “Fill me with your cum, Malik—I want to feel you shooting in me!”
“Damn, baby—I can’t resist you when you talk like that!” he groaned. And then I felt something hot and wet spurting inside me and I knew he was giving me exactly what I wanted—filling me with his cream.
At the same time he was spurting inside me, his tail stung me on the clit again. I gasped and reached out, looking for something to hold on to as the massive wave of pleasure washed over me. Malik let go of my hips and his hands found mine.
We interlaced our fingers and, as the pleasure raced through both of us, I wished with all my heart that this never had to end. Not just the sex—though it was phenomenal. But all of it. I wished that we could have a life together, living in my Great Aunt’s house and working in the bakery together. We might have a baby or we might just get a pet—I was long overdue to find a familiar. But whatever we did, we would do together. We would have each other to hold and comfort on the chilly Autumn nights and we would be together forever…that was my fantasy, that was my wish.
In that moment, as those thoughts formed fully in my mind, I felt something happen. It was almost as though a shining, golden cord was wrapping around my heart. But only one end of it. The other end was wrapping around Malik’s heart—it was tying us together with an unbreakable energy.
“Oh!” I gasped. “What…what’s happening to me?”
“To us,” Malik corrected me. “And the answer is, your deepest fantasy is being fulfilled.”
“My deepest fantasy?” I asked, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I mean this— us.” Malik smiled up at me. “Your deepest fantasy wasn’t just for sex—you wanted a Heartmate. Someone to love you forever and to stay by your side.”
I looked down at him, uncomprehending.
“I don’t understand. Does that mean that you’re…”
“I’m your Heartmate, baby. And you’re mine.” He let go of my hands and pulled me down so that my head was resting on his broad chest. “And I’m never letting you go.”
I snuggled against his chest, breathing in his smoke and spice scent and feeling a new warmth and joy flooding through me. Malik wasn’t going to go back to Hell’s Waiting Room—he was going to stay right here with me. We could have the life that I’d been dreaming of and I would never have another lonely night.
And all because not long ago, I had started…Dreaming of the Demon.